G.R.I.T.S. (Girls Raised In The South)

Текст песни Stat Quo - G.R.I.T.S. (Girls Raised In The South)

G.R.I.T.S. Lyrics[Intro]
Hey, damn
How you do that, girl
You know what you do when you do when you
Tell me what you do
Haha, what you do
Haha, what you do
Yeah, that's that shit you do
Fuck it, I love it

[Verse #1]
She was light skin, no dark skin
Kinda thick, kinda short, kinda tall, kinda thin
Look sexy in e'rything she put her body in
Sweet as a Georgia peach, I'm really, really tryin' up in a 20 outta 10
Met her at the west end
In a green bra, it don't matter, she was shopping
I approached her and told her, I do recommend that we become lovers and friends
My comments made her grin, I knew I had her then
Gave me the number, told me hit her on the weekend
So I did after dinner, I was skeetin'
Time went on, now her parents, I'm meetin'
I was sprung like T-Pain, no not a me brain, stuck on stupid she
Driving me insane, now every morning I'm eating the same thing
I'm addicted to them grits, mane
[Hook]
I love them, grits
Girls raised in the south, you see them after the club at the waffle house
I love them, grits
Girls raised in the south, think it's [?] when they quickly run they mouth
I love them, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them

[Verse #2]
I adore her, I mean I love her
I would do anything for her, fuck it
I wanna leave her, do I want her, do I need her
Sometime I be wishin' we were
Married, and had kids, with a white fence
A big driveway, station wagon with no tint
On the highway, ridin', laughin'
Then I wake up to your pillow full of makeup
Maybe we should break up
For the sake of our sanity, I've had enough drama to last me
Yes, it been rough, feels like I'm in cuffs
Trapped, I'm fallin', steady tryin' to stand up
The grits keep callin', me back, I'm sorry
Please darling, accept my apology, for causing any problems
Trust me love, let's solve them, we can make music [?]
[Hook]
I love them, grits
Girls raised in the south, you see them after the club at the waffle house
I love them, grits
Girls raised in the south, think it's [?] when they quickly run they mouth
I love them, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them

[Verse #3]
Never, this is forever, any day, any time, any weather
We will be together, nothing could sever
The way I feel about y'all, nobody's better
Then them girls raised in the south
Them grits is what I'm talkin' 'bout
Season them, serve them, then put 'em in your mouth
Introduce them to your momma, and move 'em in the house
You hypnotized by them grits, nigga

[Hook]
I love them, grits
Girls raised in the south, you see them after the club at the waffle house
I love them, grits
Girls raised in the south, think it's when [?] they quickly run they mouth
I love them, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits, grits
I love them